We wanted to help search the mountain, but Agui didn't agree at first, so we followed after a lot of talk. Agui's youngest daughter's name is Yuncai, and Agui asked his daughter to follow us, don't get separated. The villagers gathered about 20 people, carrying torches and flashlights, and led the hounds to the buffalo head ditch.

It was pitch black all around the mountain road, and we barked and let the hounds sniff our clothes.

The forest farms here have been cut down once, and the road ahead is not difficult to walk, but there is abundant rain here, and there are many puddles in the mountains, which are full of mountain leeches. We walked all the way to the Baolin area, and the road was difficult to walk, but these mountain people were all hunters and experienced people, so it was not difficult to walk at all. For us, this kind of mountain road is really like walking compared to Tamuto. The group walked into the depths of the mountain.

As I walked, I asked Yuncai, what is the situation in the area of Buffalo Tougou, and will there be any danger to my father?

Yun Cai turned around and said: "There is the boundary line between the Dabaolin area and the forest protection area of our village, Yangjiao Mountain is in the Dabao Forest Area, Zhoudu Mountain is in the forest protection area, and the middle is the Buffalo Head Ditch." Behind Sheephorn Mountain is the deep mountain and old forest. The people in the forest farm have set up signs at the mountain pass, telling us not to go in, so except for the old hunters in the past, we generally don't go to Giethoorn Mountain, and the forest behind Giethoorn Mountain has never heard of anyone going in. ”

Ah Gui said behind me: "The most familiar person in the village with Sheephorn Mountain is probably only Father Panma." In ancient times, in order to evade tariffs, Vietnamese jade people traveled from the forest for a month to sell jade, and I don't know how many people were trapped in the depths of these mountains. ”

The jade trade is the most lucrative, cruel, and mysterious commercial trade on the border between China and Vietnam in ancient times, and I have heard of the tragic struggle between the jade gangs in Vietnam and Burma.

Agui said that this place is not far from the most prosperous place for jade trading, and the jade merchants from Banai to Guangxi are doing small business with some bosses in Guangdong, and they are the most bitter group of jade people, so they are also particularly fierce. Especially in the Qing Dynasty, the Vietnamese came in batches with half merchants and half bandits, which was a local evil.

I thought to myself, if I could find the remains of those Vietnamese jade people in the forest, maybe I would be able to find the rough jade they brought. In this year, the jade sè good rough stone is very rare, the price of jade is ridiculously high, the texture of the jade back then is much higher than now, if you find one or two good pieces, it is worth more than any Ming ware. But after thinking about it, those Vietnamese jade people used to value these jade stones more precious than their own lives, and now it is a great injustice to intercept them like this, which is different from tomb robbing, and I am afraid that it will attract ominous things.

In the middle of the night, we walked into the ditch, and the man who found the bloody clothes pointed to a tree, and said that the clothes were found by the tree, and he first saw that there was blood stuck to the trunk, and when he looked up, he found the clothes, and at first he thought it was a night owl that was bitten to death by a wild cat, but later found out that it was not.

The flashlight shines on the tree, this copper flashlight has no lighting ability, but it can be determined that there is nothing else on the surface, obviously after the pan-horse father climbed the tree, leaving the bloody clothes behind.

Dad is almost eighty years old, and although he used to be a master at climbing trees, it stands to reason that he can't climb trees for no reason, and he obviously encountered some danger. I asked the clouds, what beasts are here? Yun said that he had heard of tigers a long time ago, and now in the mountains, the most powerful thing is probably a leopard.

As soon as I heard it, my heart said that the tiger is absolutely gone now, and the leopard is a good tree climber, if it is really a leopard, it will be troublesome, and the leopard has the habit of hanging food on the tree and hiding it, so I don't know if my father has been killed.

However, Ah Cai said that the leopards are all in the deep mountains, and the mountains here are not deep enough, and the probability of encountering leopards is too small. Daddy didn't bring a gun, why did he come to such a deep mountain?

I remembered the episode where the little soldier Gazi hid the captured pistol in the bird's nest, and I thought to myself, "Could it be that the father of the horse also learned this trick, but the tree does not have a bird's nest."

We searched around the tree for a few moments, but found nothing but a few traces of blood, in several directions. The dogs brought with me came in handy, the hunters all had their guns, and the soldiers went to a distance after the bullets, and I followed Aguina all the way in the direction of Sheephorn Mountain.

The middle section of the ditch is the pass where Yangjiao Mountain and Zhoudu Mountain meet, showing the momentum of a tropical forest, which is very similar to the feeling of Tamuto, which makes me very uncomfortable. I always heard the "gurgling" sound and broke out in a cold sweat, but there was no way, I had to follow hard.

The mountain dogs were quite fierce, taller than me, and although they were all mongrels, they were well trained, and soon smelled the smell and led us all the way deeper into the valley.

After a wordless journey, the crescent moon was on top of our heads in the second half of the night, and the dog seemed to have found its target, and we stopped near the Giethoorn Pass. It was a slope on the mountainside, and because of the mudslide, the trees were very thin, the slope was very steep, and the soil was slippery and soft like snow. We used the branches as crutches to keep our balance, and every now and then we stepped on the wrong place, and the whole mud just slid all the way down.

The hound dragged us half-crawl to a tree, and then stopped wandering, but barked wildly at a large patch of grass behind it.

The clouds were a little scared, and my heart hung up, if Daddy met a leopard, then the things in the grass might be miserable.

Ah Guiqian used a branch to push through the grass, but when the flashlight shone on it, he found that there was no body inside, only a large stone. When we went over, we found that it was a fragment of an old stone tablet, which had been worn away for a few years, and the traces of wind and rain were obvious, and the surface was abrasive.

Ah Gui and the others pushed aside the waist-high weeds around them to look for them, and suddenly a hunter groaned, and the person fell short.

We rushed over to catch him, and saw a mud puddle hidden in the grass, as if it had been washed out by the rain, and there was mud in the pit. Looking at the bottom of the pit, I looked at the stuffy oil bottle and sighed in my heart, and I could vaguely see a few pieces of rotten wood wrapped in the mud, and I was almost certain that it was a broken coffin.

This is a humble tomb that has been washed out.